See, Sweet Lord, how noisy I am.
I come before Thee, the God Who Is,
With the clash and chatter of my day.
You, O Arion, the Lamb Standing,
Who appears to have been slain,
Reign, triumphantly before me.
You, O Agnus Dei, Lamb of God,
Establish, Your Rule and Victory,
In my poor heart.
In this Stillness,
Having vanquished all Sin, my sin.
See, Sweet Lord, how I rest in abandonment.
I sleep, as a child, in Your arms,
Stilled before Love,
‘Neath the appearance of Bread,
Succor me, now, in silence.
With the Living Water,
Flowing from the East side of the Temple,
Wash my life.
Quench my thirst,
Water my way,
Provide rich and abundant fruit.
See, Sweet Lord, my need,
Here, You, heal and restore,
Your Way in this New Day.
©2017 Joann Nelander